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The cold texture of the metal, coming from the sweaty palms, finally calmed him down a little.

He wondered if he had misheard, how could Battalion Commander Gilbert order free fire?

Bobby clearly remembers that when he participated in militia training at the end of each month, the serious-faced mage Gunther always repeatedly emphasized that the first shot on the battlefield must be fired in a volley after hearing the order, otherwise it will not only be easy to alarm the enemy, but also lose the advantage of concentrated fire.

Isn't Camp Commander Gilbert not afraid to alarm those knights at all?

Bobby secretly glanced at the battle mage in the co-pilot seat, and saw that he was not flustered, and his heart was a lot calmer.

That's right, Battalion Commander Gilbert must have a reason for doing this. Such a huge horn cannon must be much more powerful than a thin magic gun, and maybe a single shot can kill a large number of knights!

As he was thinking this, he heard a loud cannon sound behind the roof of the car, not shocking, but much louder than the movement of the magic gun when it was fired.

Bobby unconsciously half-stood up and looked out over at the loose line of knights a few hundred meters away, expecting to see them fall in large pieces.

However, this scene did not appear, and the silver cannonball of the horn player actually crossed a parabola and fell dozens of meters away from those knights.

How is this possible? Bobby wondered if he was mistaken. How could the shell of the horn hand cannon be so slow, so slow that its trajectory could be clearly seen. Even the power of the magic gun is much greater than it!

What the hell is this joke?! The tractor formation set off so vigorously, and the secret weapon it carried was so unbearable!

Bobby had seen the common knight continental armor in the border guards, and that thing couldn't be smashed through even with an axe. With these weak shells in front of you, even if those knights lie there and let you fight, they can't kill them at all.

The ensuing indiscriminate cannon fire once again confirmed Bobby's idea.

The first shell just now was not a mistake or a malfunction, because all the shells were the same, flying into the sky, cutting beautiful curves, falling into the wheat field, splashing a patch of dirt at best. Even more frustrating: not a single shell could reach more than 400 meters.

Bobby felt fooled, grabbed his magic gun and pushed the car door.

Blood for blood? Do you rely on these delicate and beautiful but useless "musical instruments"? It is better to use your own magic gun!

"What are you doing?" a hand grabbed the corner of Bobby's canvas overalls and dragged him back alive. The battle mage in the passenger seat was looking at Bobby in surprise.

Outside the window, the cannon rumbled, and the rate of fire of the horn hand cannon seemed to be increasing.

"I'm going to kill them!" replied Bobby.

"It's not time yet!" shouted the other man.

"Master Kirkland!, do you expect these shells to kill one or two knights?!" shouted Bobby.

"Of course you can't kill it, do you still need to say it?" said the dark-robed mage named Kirkland, still staring at the approaching team of knights, but he didn't forget to hold Bobby with his hand.

Bobby looked at Kirkland in shock, not understanding why he took it for granted. Since the cannonballs can't kill the knight, what is the waste of effort?

"Look, it's almost there......" Mage Kirkland's voice was still calm in the midst of the continuous cannon fire, and he seemed to be more calm than Gilbert's battalion commander.

Bobby followed Kirkland's line of sight and saw the knights walking towards him.

Just now, they were still intimidated by the formation of tractors, and carefully pulled out the formation and approached here, but now, as they got closer and closer to the dense shell landing point, they obviously relaxed. A few of them, probably amused by the ridiculous weapon, were laughing exaggeratedly.

Even with the rumbling of the cannons, even from such a distance, Bobby could clearly hear the piercing laughter.

"Hmm...... Just in time for the wind......" Mage Kirkland suddenly said out of nowhere.

Bobby was puzzled, but saw that the knight team was in chaos for no reason, as if someone had fallen to the ground, and someone was in a hurry to help, and then they suddenly turned around and ran north, like the sheep that had been frightened away by the tractor formation.

"It's too late...... Mage Kirkland shook his head, a sneer on his lips.

At this time, the sound of the cannon also stopped, and the sudden silence made Bobby a little uncomfortable, but he seemed to suddenly understand something......

"Ferrous sulfide, nitrobenzene, and ghostly grass psychedelic hydrocarbons, catalyzed by copper oxide powder, at high temperatures, will quickly synthesize a new type of hallucinogens called 'Nightmare Breath', and ordinary people will have to sleep for days if they smell even a little," Master Kirkland glanced at Bobby, "Haven't you read the paper co-authored by Researcher Pino and Researcher Doris of the School of Chemical Engineering in the Mist Chemical Engineering last November?"

"I ......" Bobby looked at the knights in the distance and fell to the ground one by one, turning his head to look at Mage Kirkland, scratching his head in embarrassment, "I ...... Illiterate ......"

"No wonder you're nervous like that. Mage Kirkland smiled.

Outside the car window, Gilbert's battalion commander shouted: "Rest in place for ten minutes! All squad leaders have come to meet me!"

Bobby pulled up the parking brake, put the magic gun back to his seat, and asked uncomfortably, "Isn't Master Gilbert worried about them waking up?"

"What's the point of worrying? Even those knights with perverted physiques are about to fall to the ground when they hear it, do you dare to go over?" Seeing Bobby's nervous head, Mage Kirkland patted him on the shoulder with a smile and said, "Don't worry! Nightmare Breath is an unstable compound that oxidizes and fails after a few minutes. ”

Bobby couldn't understand the terms that came out of Kirkland's mouth, and he still looked at the other with a puzzled expression.

"Wait! After the battalion commander has a meeting, he will arrange a sweep and clear the field. ”

Mage Kirkland wasn't wrong. Master Gilbert gathered the squad leaders who were responsible for manipulating the horn players, and after a short meeting, ordered the formation to move forward at a low speed.

A few minutes later, Bobby joins in clearing the field by shooting a magic gun at the head of the Sleeping Knights, then stripping them of their armor and throwing them into the tractor compartment.

When the 1st Marine Battalion regrouped and got back on the road, Bobby suddenly felt that the knights were just that.

"Do you know, Master Kirkland, I was always worried when I cleared the field that a knight would suddenly wake up and give us a look......" he said with a smile.

"Do you think I'm not worried?" Kirkland smiled and shook his head.

......

A few hours later, in the command center on the fifth floor of the Avery Building, Donner received his first battle report.

For the first time in history, a war using large-scale biological weapons is being one-sided.